Dad nudged me and gestured up
Slowly my eyes rolled upwards to the sky
It wasn't fireworks, because it was silent
It wasn't man-made, because it was free
It wasn't stars, because it spanned the sky
"Aurora Borealis," Dad whispered
is head parallel to the sky like mine.

The sky was a gentle explosion of hues
Indigos, blues, violets, greens and turquoises
turned the sky into a tie-dye masterpiece
Banners of colour flowed and celebrated,
Twinkling and illuminating the forest.
The colours reflected onto the snow
Making it easier for me and Dad to set up our camp
But our heads were looking up;
it was like we were possessed by the beauty
Like everyone I had ever loved was up there, beaming down on me.
Flames of the rainbow shone down on us still as we slept.

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